Kid's got ego, and Billy can't even remark on it because Billy knows he has one. His looks actually match that ego though and he knows it. With the wood in a satisfactory pile, he's about to start on the next drawer when Tommy mentions a name to call him.

He stops. Even with the therapeutic drawer smashing, the flames of his mental ire blaze hot again. He hates that name. Billy whirls and crosses the room quick, fists grabbing into Tommy's clothes to haul and slam him against the wall.

"You fucking listen here." His voice is low and soft, but filled with threat. "Don't you ever call me that name. No one calls me that." Even his missing mother didn't call him that. The only one who did only called him that when he was in deep shit.

"Got that, Tommy?"